i am carol ann's angry stomach

dear friends,

on october 16th, 2004 i made an agreement with the ol' tummy that i would never fail it again. well not even a year later, i must report that i have not lived up to my promise. and so the story goes...

we are appointment-television viewers at the icrm. and last night was the night-o-the-season-finales. we wanted to watch the oc, csi, and er and there was also a request for the apprentice. icrm-resident sara is also on a one-woman mission to end social isolation in our dept. and so one of the new ma students came out to our hood and the five of us, student who shall not be named since she does not know about this blog sara, jeff, priscilla and i head to korea house for dinner. dinner was a strange affair, ending with the two waitresses and one member of the kitchen staff simply yelling "tourists" and asking if we would not mind moving. the place filled up with two bus loads of koreans in under a minute. this left us with time to go to the saq before tv-time.

since it is after april i have switched to white wine and everyone else drinks red. but i bought a bottle and put in the fridge thinking i might have a glass later. the plan was to utlize the digital cable channels that air shows on a three hour delay. this was the schedule.

8-10 csi directed by quentin tarrentino
10-11 doctor carter leaves er
11- the oc
12- the apprentice

csi was super-badooper scary. like hide under a blanket scary. i drank nothing. i decided i would not drink, since i registered for a conference on family and social policy at u de m the next day that would mean an early start. watched er. joined in collective freak out about the fact that er started when we started highschool. 11 years ago.

so then with much anticipation we turn it to the oc channel. but we don't get the channel! foiled! and the delayed channel that we do get had the oc on at 10, since it was originally on ctv at 7. fuck the duck. sara who is almost as big of an oc fan as me is crestfallen. there is denial. there is channel flipping. i decide to take solace in two things. the eleven o'clock law and order and the bottle of wine. that's right-- missing the oc drove me to drink...

and then tanya (roomate number 3 at the icrm) got in from los angeles at around 11:30 there was more wine. sometime around midnight the bottle was gone. sara broke out a tall can of beer that was in the fridge. the three of us split it. then tanya asked if there were any bars in the new neighbourhood. i told her just one. the sketchtacular bar o'sheas. and thursday is both ladies night and kareoke night. we decided to go. i changed out of my pjs and broke out some real pants. and we were off.

there was kareoke. but other than the bartender there were no ladies other than us. it is clean enough though and we had no problem getting a table. and a pitcher for the girls and a drink for jeff was like $15. this seemed like an even better deal last night. we drank. we laughed at the music. we drank. we plotted tommorrow's trip to tanya's cottage. and then i knew i was going to throw up. so i ran to the bathroom. ok time to go home. but not before throwing up once more on the floor.

luckily the trip home is all of 250 steps. i drink a lot of water. tanya turns of my light. i roll over and throw up twice in the night. once on each side of my bed. except that i had nothing to throw up. nasty i know. and not the nicest thing to wake up to. but i pull myself together clean my room up and get ready to show up late to the conference. i decide it would be best to show up after lunch.

so i go to java u to blog. but i cannot even finish my tea. i am in rough shape. so here i am wearing my business wear, telling myself there is no way that someone can seriously review a journal submission after throwing up four times. and feeling guilty about not attending the conference.

i am equal parts nerdly and hungover. and i am never drinking again,
cam